The Oracle of Logres:

It was a time of change. The descendants of the Atlantean mages had fallen before
the New Praesidium, and the wolves were baying at the Empire's door. An oppressive
new faith was encroaching from the east, and the sylvan liege had locked tight the
gates of his arboreal realm. And so it was that towards the end of the Age of Mystery,
the last of Albion's great Dragon Lords did gather for what would be their final
battle... The War-song of the Dragon Lords: Dragon-phalanx rend the sky, Albion our
gleaming prize, Sentinels of land and sea, guardians of destiny. (Prowling amongst
the pecseatan; Draconis Bipedes, swift and furious beast of battle!)

The Dragon King's Vow: [bad word] etched by the firey tongues of the IX Legio
Draconis into the primordial stone of the great Logres Drachenstahl Cromlech):

The foes of this sceptred isle shall be driven back into the sea! An oath sworn in
battle, a vow blessed by steel, I swear by the dragon's blood in my veins... and
the dragon's heart that pumps it!

The War-song of the Dragon Lords:

Dragonfyre in the fray, faith and steel shall win the day, god to serf and king
alike, the Adamantine Hammer strikes! (Devouring the infidel outlanders; Draconis
Nematoda, great winged worm of war!)

The Dragon King's Vow:

To victory eternal... this world shall be our empire! Dragon Imperium, throne of
the Ancient Gods, behold the axiom, [bad word] Cyninga! It is time! We [bad word]  and
upon our dominion the sun shall never set!